SeleneThe stone hall of Shadowfang was colder than the storm outside, its high walls lined with torches that flickered against carved wolf sigils. I stood at the center, flanked by Veyra, and Thorne, while the pack crowded the benches, murmuring. Draven stood close, his bandaged arm stiff at his side, but his warmth didn’t reach me. Last night’s promise in the temple felt fragile now, silent since we left the courtyard. Torren leaned against a pillar with his arms crossed, his face was unreadable, his eyes burning when they flicked my way. Elara’s death was a wound we all carried, but his grief felt like an accusation. Eldress Mara rose, her voice cutting through the hall. “The mission to retrieve the Luna’s son failed. Elara is dead, our Alpha is wounded, and Kaelen walks free. We demand answers.” The pack stirred, with whispers rising among the crowd. I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms. They deserved the truth, but how could I e
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